It was midnight, and all was eerily dark and silent in the graveyard. The only sound was the shuffling of feet as a very anxious, greasy sort of man walked nervously along the path to the crypt he was instructed to. He had by the hand a young, pretty, blonde girl, and the graveyard looked like the last place she belonged. Neither said anything as they trudged along. A vampire, with his human face on came out of the shadows into the man's face. The man jumped back in surprise and horror, and screamed like a little girl. The young woman didn't even flinch.
"Shut up!" Our favorite peroxide demon whispered harshly at the man. "Do you want the whole bloody world to wake up?!"
"Hey, hey, sorry man, I-I-just..." the greasy guy stuttered uncontrollably. He was obviously terrified. "I just don't see why I couldn't of delivered her when it was light out, or-"
"What, afraid of the dark?" Spike teased. Then, in a more serious tone he said, "Never mind that. Mind your own business; all that matters is that you did exactly what you were told you, understand?"
The man gulped and nodded nervously. He didn't pry any further into the unusual time and place of the meeting.
"So..." Spike smiled with an evil glint in his eyes. "This is her, huh? Not too bad...not bad at all...looks just like her..." He walked around her examining her from all sides.
The girl didn't move a muscle, just looked straight ahead with no emotion, and not even a blink of the eye. Spike looked at the man satisfied. The guy jumped, remembering something and said "Warren said to give you these too..."he handed Spike a black sack. When Spike took it he almost dropped it from the weight.
"What the bloody hell is in here, bricks?!"
"N-No..." the man squeaked. "An instruction manual...and I think they're might be a remote control too..." Spike stared at the man for a moment to see if he was kidding, but then, seeing he was not, shrugged. "Technology these days...never stops amazing me..." he grabbed the girl roughly by the arm and half dragged her into the crypt. "Tell Warren I appreciate his services." And with that he shut the door in the man's face. The guy stood there for a moment, seeing if he was going to come back out, and then with a shiver and a "Warren, you owe me..." he ran as fast as he could out of the graveyard.
Inside the crypt, Spike opened the sack and took the two objects out. The first was a remote control that had a bunch of buttons on it. One said on/off, and another said battery recharge. There were many more with words on them like do this, do that, make dinner, clean dishes and so on. There was one that said "growl" and he smiled at that. "This is going to be fun..." he thought, for he could just imagine Buffy Summers, the slayer, growling.
The second object was the instruction manual. It seemed to weigh a ton, and it was very thick. Spike didn't see how there could be so many pages; since the words were so small they were hardly readable.
"Instruction Manual
A. Set up
1. Name
a. Click the set up button...
b. Click on button and say chosen name....
c. Something.... click...something else...Ugh!"
Spike squinted and threw the book at the wall numerous times in his frustration, but eventually made it all out. Five hours later, that is.
"Now..." Spike said, weary from all the hard work. "Tell me who you are."
"My name is Buffy Anne Summers. I am 20 years old and was born in 1981. I am the Slayer. I have a boyfriend. You are my boyfriend. I am perfect."
Spike chuckled and closed the heavy manual finally, relieved to be done. "That you are, love. That you are..." he reached out for her and she came to him. "Now, lets go have some fun."
*******
"...You see, even Anya knows how to use the Internet. She has her own Website! Trust me, Xander. If she can do it ANY body can!" Willow remarked as Xander, Anya, and herself walked down Main Street. It was 6:00 and already dark so not too many people were out besides them.
"Okay Willow, again, it's not that I couldn't use the Internet if I wanted to, it's just -"
"Don't worry," Willow interrupted Xander happily, ignoring everything he had said. "I'll come over and help you. Trust me, by the time I'm through with you you'll be a complete Internet freak!"
Xander shook his head, giving up, and Anya murmured under her breath "What, like you?"
"Wait a minute..." Xander started in an annoyed tone, "Was that Buffy I just saw turn that corner?"
"I thought she said she couldn't come tonight?" Anya said in a confused tone.
"She did." Willow said, sounding hurt. "She has a test to study for and then she's going patrolling. At least, that's what she told me. But why would she lie?"
Xander fumed angrily "Because. She's with some guy!"
"What?!" Willow stared at Xander surprised.
"Well, good." Anya said, putting on her well-to-do mood. " 'Bout time she got over that Riley Finn."
"Yes, but why lie?"
"I don't know, Will," A furious Xander replied. "But something about this guy seems all to familiar."
Spike and his Buffy-bot walked up Main Street in front of the Scoobies with a decidedly confident air. Spike made sure to walk slowly enough so that Xander and the others could just make them out in the block ahead of them. Xander then started to walk hurriedly in quick strides, and Anya and Willow had to practically run to keep up with him. When he got up to Spike he shoved him hard, so that Spike jerked forward very suddenly, but fortunately for him, didn't fall. Spike turned to face them all and finally the two girls realized it was he.
"Ah-ha!"
Xander said it like they were in one of those old murder mystery movies, and he had just figured out "who-done- it." Spike started to laugh like he would never stop, which only got Xander angrier.
"I don't see what's so funny, Spike." He said harshly. He started clenching and unclenching the fists at his sides.
"Buffy..." Willow said the robot. "Why...how...why Spike?!"
"Buffy" just stared up at her blankly and then turned to Spike. "Sweetie, who are these people?"
Spike smiled wickedly them. "I don't know. Never saw any of the bloody lot in my life."
"Spike!" Xander shouted angrily and shoved Spike against the wall, holding him by the throat. "What the hell did you do to her?!" Before Spike could answer, "Buffy" pulled Xander off of him so that she now had him against the wall by the throat. "How dare you try to hurt my boyfriend!" She screamed at him. "Buffy!" Spike shouted, knowing all to well that she, not being the real Buffy, would kill him in an instant. He remembered all too well being thrown out the window by Warren's last creation, and it had been with great ease. This one could probably kill any human being in a manner of minutes.
"Buffy, leave him. Come on, let go."
"Yes, darling."
She let go of him, which resulted in him falling to the floor coughing. Anya and Willow ran over to him and helped him up. Spike and his robot left.
*******
That night he lied down on his couch that also served him as a bed and dozed off, dreaming of what happy fun the 'morrow would bring. "Buffy" sat and watched him, not moving an inch as she had been instructed. But then he turned over in his sleep right on to the remote control, pressing many unknown buttons. Then the remote fell to the floor. The Buffybot picked up the remote control and smashed it, then put the remains under the couch. She then slipped silently out into the graveyard. It was midnight. Spike was still sound asleep.
TO BE CONTINUED
"Shut up!" Our favorite peroxide demon whispered harshly at the man. "Do you want the whole bloody world to wake up?!"
"Hey, hey, sorry man, I-I-just..." the greasy guy stuttered uncontrollably. He was obviously terrified. "I just don't see why I couldn't of delivered her when it was light out, or-"
"What, afraid of the dark?" Spike teased. Then, in a more serious tone he said, "Never mind that. Mind your own business; all that matters is that you did exactly what you were told you, understand?"
The man gulped and nodded nervously. He didn't pry any further into the unusual time and place of the meeting.
"So..." Spike smiled with an evil glint in his eyes. "This is her, huh? Not too bad...not bad at all...looks just like her..." He walked around her examining her from all sides.
The girl didn't move a muscle, just looked straight ahead with no emotion, and not even a blink of the eye. Spike looked at the man satisfied. The guy jumped, remembering something and said "Warren said to give you these too..."he handed Spike a black sack. When Spike took it he almost dropped it from the weight.
"What the bloody hell is in here, bricks?!"
"N-No..." the man squeaked. "An instruction manual...and I think they're might be a remote control too..." Spike stared at the man for a moment to see if he was kidding, but then, seeing he was not, shrugged. "Technology these days...never stops amazing me..." he grabbed the girl roughly by the arm and half dragged her into the crypt. "Tell Warren I appreciate his services." And with that he shut the door in the man's face. The guy stood there for a moment, seeing if he was going to come back out, and then with a shiver and a "Warren, you owe me..." he ran as fast as he could out of the graveyard.
Inside the crypt, Spike opened the sack and took the two objects out. The first was a remote control that had a bunch of buttons on it. One said on/off, and another said battery recharge. There were many more with words on them like do this, do that, make dinner, clean dishes and so on. There was one that said "growl" and he smiled at that. "This is going to be fun..." he thought, for he could just imagine Buffy Summers, the slayer, growling.
The second object was the instruction manual. It seemed to weigh a ton, and it was very thick. Spike didn't see how there could be so many pages; since the words were so small they were hardly readable.
"Instruction Manual
A. Set up
1. Name
a. Click the set up button...
b. Click on button and say chosen name....
c. Something.... click...something else...Ugh!"
Spike squinted and threw the book at the wall numerous times in his frustration, but eventually made it all out. Five hours later, that is.
"Now..." Spike said, weary from all the hard work. "Tell me who you are."
"My name is Buffy Anne Summers. I am 20 years old and was born in 1981. I am the Slayer. I have a boyfriend. You are my boyfriend. I am perfect."
Spike chuckled and closed the heavy manual finally, relieved to be done. "That you are, love. That you are..." he reached out for her and she came to him. "Now, lets go have some fun."
*******
"...You see, even Anya knows how to use the Internet. She has her own Website! Trust me, Xander. If she can do it ANY body can!" Willow remarked as Xander, Anya, and herself walked down Main Street. It was 6:00 and already dark so not too many people were out besides them.
"Okay Willow, again, it's not that I couldn't use the Internet if I wanted to, it's just -"
"Don't worry," Willow interrupted Xander happily, ignoring everything he had said. "I'll come over and help you. Trust me, by the time I'm through with you you'll be a complete Internet freak!"
Xander shook his head, giving up, and Anya murmured under her breath "What, like you?"
"Wait a minute..." Xander started in an annoyed tone, "Was that Buffy I just saw turn that corner?"
"I thought she said she couldn't come tonight?" Anya said in a confused tone.
"She did." Willow said, sounding hurt. "She has a test to study for and then she's going patrolling. At least, that's what she told me. But why would she lie?"
Xander fumed angrily "Because. She's with some guy!"
"What?!" Willow stared at Xander surprised.
"Well, good." Anya said, putting on her well-to-do mood. " 'Bout time she got over that Riley Finn."
"Yes, but why lie?"
"I don't know, Will," A furious Xander replied. "But something about this guy seems all to familiar."
Spike and his Buffy-bot walked up Main Street in front of the Scoobies with a decidedly confident air. Spike made sure to walk slowly enough so that Xander and the others could just make them out in the block ahead of them. Xander then started to walk hurriedly in quick strides, and Anya and Willow had to practically run to keep up with him. When he got up to Spike he shoved him hard, so that Spike jerked forward very suddenly, but fortunately for him, didn't fall. Spike turned to face them all and finally the two girls realized it was he.
"Ah-ha!"
Xander said it like they were in one of those old murder mystery movies, and he had just figured out "who-done- it." Spike started to laugh like he would never stop, which only got Xander angrier.
"I don't see what's so funny, Spike." He said harshly. He started clenching and unclenching the fists at his sides.
"Buffy..." Willow said the robot. "Why...how...why Spike?!"
"Buffy" just stared up at her blankly and then turned to Spike. "Sweetie, who are these people?"
Spike smiled wickedly them. "I don't know. Never saw any of the bloody lot in my life."
"Spike!" Xander shouted angrily and shoved Spike against the wall, holding him by the throat. "What the hell did you do to her?!" Before Spike could answer, "Buffy" pulled Xander off of him so that she now had him against the wall by the throat. "How dare you try to hurt my boyfriend!" She screamed at him. "Buffy!" Spike shouted, knowing all to well that she, not being the real Buffy, would kill him in an instant. He remembered all too well being thrown out the window by Warren's last creation, and it had been with great ease. This one could probably kill any human being in a manner of minutes.
"Buffy, leave him. Come on, let go."
"Yes, darling."
She let go of him, which resulted in him falling to the floor coughing. Anya and Willow ran over to him and helped him up. Spike and his robot left.
*******
That night he lied down on his couch that also served him as a bed and dozed off, dreaming of what happy fun the 'morrow would bring. "Buffy" sat and watched him, not moving an inch as she had been instructed. But then he turned over in his sleep right on to the remote control, pressing many unknown buttons. Then the remote fell to the floor. The Buffybot picked up the remote control and smashed it, then put the remains under the couch. She then slipped silently out into the graveyard. It was midnight. Spike was still sound asleep.
TO BE CONTINUED
